Lift Ticket

sleep sends my eyes reeling. spinning with the
devil at my side. questioned an ending, entered
back into a beginning. winning with the devil at
my side. so crystal and pristine, this powdery
debris. it's another crutch i don't need. some
speed, some speed. there's a filtered laugh
behind a berlin wall, there's a man getting stoned
and drunk inside. a line to rhyme with propane.
another line to scratch my brain. spinning with
the devil at my side.